The Northern Geese Fly South, the Southern Geese Return

When the wild geese in the north fly south, winter is coming.

But when the geese in the south return north, spring can't be far away.

Xu Muwei, the top student with a black-sesame-filled tangyuan heart Xue Shaoshuang, the seemingly-all-knowing goofball

Little Scene 1

Outside the school, in an alley

Xu Muwei tossed aside the iron bar and looked at the boy before him, who was breathing faintly. He slowly bent down, reached out with a hand speckled with blood, and grabbed the boy by the throat. In a slow, vicious voice, he said,

"Who gave you the guts to badmouth Xue Shaoshuang behind his back?"

"T-two boys... it's just... it's just not allowed." Even with Xu Muwei's hand around his throat, the boy still looked down on him.

"Let me think. You graduated from the same middle school as me, didn't you? Did nobody tell you that I'm Xu Muwei, and I've never been a good guy?" Xu Muwei tightened his grip a little.

The boy's eyes widened, and he spoke faster.

"You're studying at No. 1 High School now. The cameras! The cameras will catch you doing this, and then you're finished!" There was a note of smugness in his voice, as if he could already see Xu Muwei getting expelled and disgraced.

"Sorry to disappoint you," Xu Muwei said with a smile, as if he'd just heard something unbelievable. "What if you were the one who tried to rob me first, and I injured you by accident? Would the school still expel me?"

The boy panicked. "There are cameras! They'll record it!"

"Oh, right! But I asked the gatekeeper about it a couple of days ago, and he said someone had broken the cameras in the nearby alleys. Guess who that was?"

The boy didn't dare move a muscle.

Xu Muwei let go and stood up, looking down at the boy with contempt. He took out a tissue and wiped the blood off his hand.

"When the tiger doesn't roar, you think I'm Hello KTV?!!!"

Little Scene 2

The Xu family home, two in the afternoon

"Auntie, Xu Muwei and I have already eaten. You really don't need to go out and buy groceries or cook for us," Xue Shaoshuang said, holding Xu Muwei's hand as he spoke to Xu's mother, who was about to go shopping.

"Still calling me Auntie?" Xu's mother asked kindly, a shopping basket over her arm.

"Mom." Xue Shaoshuang's face turned bright red, like a ripe apple.

"That's more like it." Xu's mother went on, "Xiao Xue, you and this brat hardly ever come home, and this time you came back so suddenly. I have to let you try my cooking. Is there anything you don't eat? I can pick up groceries accordingly."

"Mom, I'm not picky. Anything is fine."

"Pfft!" Xu Muwei, whose hand Xue Shaoshuang was holding, finally couldn't hold back his laughter. "You're not picky? If you're not picky, then nobody is. Let me count: you don't eat scallions, ginger, or garlic; braised pork, lamb, or pork belly; eggplant, Chinese chives, white fungus, mushrooms, onions, greens, or enoki mushrooms; broccoli; shredded squid; sweet potatoes; or sugar cane. You don't like sour tangerines, but you don't eat anything too sweet either. Look, look, there's more I can't even remember. And you say you're not picky. If you're not picky, nobody is."

Xue Shaoshuang stepped hard on Xu Muwei's foot and whispered, "Damn it, Xu Muwei, have a little respect for my dignity."

"It's fine. Other people might not like a picky little thing like you, but I do. Mwah~"

Recommended: Nian Gao Yao Zhan Jiang's novel No Holds Barred

P.S. I'm bad at author bios, blurbs, and themes.

Theme: No matter what we become, geese still have to migrate, and the Earth still has to turn.